Mila Higashimurayama Whore ❤️

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But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

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Finally, I get my computer back up, and I’m on a roll. I’m typing away, feeling like a boss, when I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about some paperwork. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s Higashimurayama, not the end of the world.” But I help them out, because that’s what I do.

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